A wise friend told me
That I use my pain and my struggles to write, and to fight.
He said I can turn any disaster into a victory.
I replied: “Yes, it is true.”
I was born in a desert storm.
I walked out of a cyclone.
I was washed ashore after a tsunami, alone.
I do not just survive the wreckage.
I harvest it.
I can turn struggle into food,
The pain into dessert,
Snake bites into a joke,
And poison into medicine.
He stood up and gave me a name:
“The Pain Alchemist”.
I turn pain into Gold.